Emily’s POV
As the loud beat of music pulsed through the club, I found myself distracted. I was supposed to be having a swell time, not finding it difficult to pluck my eyes off of him.
That stripper was on Dante again. Her body swayed against him like she belonged there. And what shocked me most wasn’t her. It was me. Because for some reason I couldn’t explain, I hated it.
The sight made something hot and strange twist in my chest. Was it anger? Shame? Jealousy....? I didn’t know.
I only knew it made me feel sick. He wasn’t mine. He was only my husband on paper, and that was all. Jealousy was a very senseless feeling to ever have over him.
Then he touched her. That was when I knew I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, trying to hide the rush of heat on my face.
"I need some air.
